Mou Sisi was even more surprised. Her grape-like, watery eyes and curled eyelashes fluttered. She...she...she wasn't seeing things, was she?

Second, was your second brother laughing just now?

Could it be that Second Brother really wasn't bullied?

How could Helian Nie, a man of such keen perception, not notice the interaction between the two boys? His slender fingers traced the little girl's cheek...

He pinched it again with obvious amusement, his handsome face and narrow, almond-shaped eyes filled with a wicked glint, and he spoke in a lazy, sinister voice.

"You'll believe that now?"

He hesitated, the little one lowering his fluffy head, silently retracting his outstretched legs, his soft, sweet voice hushed.

"Um, um, as long as I wasn't bullied..."

Just moments ago, Sisi was clenching her fists and exuding a fierce aura, but now she looked like a little child who had done something wrong, her fluffy head hanging low, her rosy cheeks flushed.

Waaah, I'm sorry, I acted impulsively, I've embarrassed a five-year-old like me, sob sob sob~!

Helian Nie found it amusing to see the small, ugly thing beside him, looking like an ostrich. He hadn't expected it.

This tiny little thing wants to protect others; it's such a worrywart.

…

Meanwhile, the large-scale feud between Wenren Yu and Wenyi continued, only on a different stage.

Wen Yi had already entered the main hall, and Wen Changle followed closely behind, standing beside him, appearing gentle and frail.

She seemed to want to mediate the fight but didn't know how to start, so she could only look at Helian Nie, who was sitting comfortably on the high, gilded dragon throne, with her beautiful eyes pleading for help.

However, Wen Changle looked over several times, only to see Helian Nie turning his head to whisper something to Helian Mou Si Si beside him.

He didn't notice Wen Changle's pleading look at him at all, or rather, Helian Nie noticed it but pretended not to see it.

What a joke! The stage has only just been set up. If he were to speak up, wouldn't our trip tonight have been for nothing?

"Prime Minister, I spoke to you gently because you are my colleague. Don't go too far. You say I have disrespected the Emperor. I don't think you are any better."

"From beginning to end, the Emperor never uttered a single word against me, but the Prime Minister was quite the opposite, criticizing me left and right. I can't help but have my suspicions."

"Prime Minister, you are intentionally trying to sow discord between the Emperor and me, attempting to create discord between them."

"Then the Prime Minister will reap the benefits, and who knows who the wolf in sheep's clothing is who will rebel!"

As someone who could become a renowned general in Bei Yin and hold half of the military power, Wen Yi was certainly not some reckless warrior who only knew how to fight.

The ways of literature and martial arts each have their own principles, strengths, and weaknesses; no one should look down on anyone else.

Now, having recovered from his embarrassment, Helian Mousisi sits on the gilded dragon throne, his chubby little legs swinging back and forth, his little toes twirling around.

With his short, clumsy hands, he picked up the glistening grapes arranged on the beautiful plate on the table and popped them into his little mouth one by one.

He portrayed the character of a bystander—or rather, a sour grapes-eating bystander—in such a vivid and compelling way.

Oh dear, what this wicked general said seems to make sense, what should the handsome man do now?

Helian Nie caught a glimpse of the little girl beside him out of the corner of his eye. Seeing her carefree and leisurely demeanor, his handsome, devilish face twitched slightly.

This ugly thing, its heart is bigger than its own?